Me too. They lost me when I learned they charged the cancer society to wear the cancer logo At the same time they charged the military for “the military moment”.
This is a new thread from the bears leaving Chicago post. I didn’t want to change the topic. Sorry I didn’t include it is about when football was football Ray Nitschke, Dick Butkus,Sam Huff era and earlier
I'm with Morewood. That 1982 49ers win over the Cowboys was GREAT!!!! Sadly, due to the political stand of so many pro athletes, I no longer watch any pro sports. It pains me because I've been a life long 49ers and S.F. Giants fan. I even got Willie Mays' autograph on a ball he fouled off the Reds in a 1968 game. Mays was a class act!!
Do you mean the Cowboys/Packers NFL championship game or the "Bay of Pigs" Snow Bowl from 1985? The first was kind of cool, I guess. The Snow Bowl was one of the only enjoyable to watch Packers games of the '80's. The Pack even beat their fearsome divisional rival the Buccaneers.
Do you mean the Cowboys/Packers NFL championship game or the "Bay of Pigs" Snow Bowl from 1985? The first was kind of cool, I guess. The Snow Bowl was one of the only enjoyable to watch Packers games of the '80's. The Pack even beat their fearsome divisional rival the Buccaneers.
Yep packers vs cowboys Defense wins championships (or looses)
No longer watch but when I did the 2 Super Bowls the Giants won at the expense of the Patriots. Especially the perfect season.
The Miami perfect season?
No in 2007 New England was unbeaten going into the Super Bowl. The New England fans here in Connecticut believed it was preordained and the Giants ruined it. .
Even though all professional sports are dead to me, I do have a memory.
The 2004 Super bowl between New England and Carolina was one of my favorites. If a player from a losing team ever deserve to MVP, it was Jake Delhomme.
Probably the Ice Bowl but not gonna lie, I do love the highlights reel from the Vikings-Falcons NFC Championship game in 99
I was up in Ely, MN ice fishing, we went to the hotel bar to watch the game. The collective misery could be felt everywhere. People were screaming and crying, it was surreal. The one good thing it did was solidify Denny Green's reputation as a two bit punk loser. Getting throttled 41-0 by the Giants in the 2000 season Championship game didn't help either. Ahhhh Vikings football.
Probably the Ice Bowl but not gonna lie, I do love the highlights reel from the Vikings-Falcons NFC Championship game in 99
I was up in Ely, MN ice fishing, we went to the hotel bar to watch the game. The collective misery could be felt everywhere. People were screaming and crying, it was surreal. The one good thing it did was solidify Denny Green's reputation as a two bit punk loser. Getting throttled 41-0 by the Giants in the 2000 season Championship game didn't help either. Ahhhh Vikings football.
I was on Mille Lacs ice fishing. We went to a sports bar to watch.
Afterwards, the guys went to the casino. I went back out to the sleeper fish house and stared at my feet until 4:00 am. LOL
jeffp: For me to ever again watch/enjoy/look forward to an n.f.l. game is about as likely as the hildabeast to quit sucking pussy! The n.f.l. is dead to me and good riddance. Watching a bunch of spoiled, anti-American, chip on their shoulder ghettoites "playing" a game holds NO interest to me. Sad in a way - but I am doing well, VERY well, without the chumps (n.f.l. in my life. Hold into the wind VarmintGuy
Yessir, when football was football, not the pussified, racist BS that masquerades as football that I won't watch anymore.
Johnny U. was THE best QB ever, & didn't make it as an analyst because he called things as they were not as the league & the networks thought they should be called.
I cannot really pick one game, but it comes from a time when the Cleveland Browns were near the top of the heap in the NFL. Paul Brown was running the show and everyone tuned in to see what Jimmy Brown was going to do. In Cincinnati, this years before the Bengals, we got all the Browns games. Every Sunday Dad and Grandpa watched on Gramp's big B&W set. It was a larger than normal screen for the time-- a big console affair, but this was the early 60's and it was not like today, where you can see the stubble on the QB's face.
I was trying to figure out football. I was born in 1958. I went to Kindergarten in '63-- you pick a year and a game. All I know is that I would pester my Dad and Grandpa asking what was going on. Dad took it upon himself to school me, but in his typical way.
See, Dad had been a wannabe comic. He used to hang with a lot of entertainment types-- guys like Jackie Gleason and Arthur Godfrey. He had gotten encouragement. He had great comedic timing, but there was something off in his delivery. He was a bit tongue-tied from speaking German until he went to 1st Grade. He just couldn't do stand-up. He was still hilarious.
Me: "What was that?"
Dad: "Green Bay just pulled a penalty for farting at the line-- 5 yards and replay the down."
Me: "No they didn't!"
Dad: "You saw them all just stand up and then get back in their stance, didn't you? "
Me: "Yeah."
Dad: "And you saw the wide receiver run away from the cloud, didn't you?"
Me: "You're teasing me."
Dad: "You need to watch closer and stop asking questions."
LATER
Me: "What was that?"
Dad: "They've called time out on the field while they retrieve that guy's head. It's still rolling round the field."
Me: "No, really, what happened?"
Dad: "They're going to back up ten yards and bring in the kicker. If the kicker can get the head through the uprights, it's 3 points.
Before I could read, I couldn't make out names on the jerseys. Dad would always tell me some cockamamy name he'd make up.
"That was Ermin Schnorrbrush that just came off the bench to kick," he'd say. "I think he's from the Buxtehude League."
I knew that one was fake, because Dad had talked about dating the Schnorrbrush sisters. He recycled a lot of names from one tall tale to the next. Buxtehude is a town in Northern Germany. For some reason, my father used Buxtehude in the same way we use "Bumfuch, Egypt". I heard his father use it, so it went back to the old country. Imagine my surprise when I found out there really was a Raymond Nitschke, an Emerson Boozer and Dick Butkus out there. They weren't figments of Dad's imagination.
There was just enough truth in what he was saying that my young mind kind of half-believed. As a result, I used to watch football on TV with this really skewed idea of what was going on. I have to say that it was a hell of a lot more entertaining than football was in reality. Of course, it was a rude awakening when I got to be maybe 6 or 7 and started playing football with the neighbor kids. By the time of the first Superbowl, the fantasy had ended. I was peeved at my Dad for lying to me and for Grandpa for just sitting there smiling. My big revolt was to start backing the Green Bay Packers over the Cleveland Browns and then the Bengals. I'm sure they both couldn't care less, but it made me feel like I was sticking it to them.